Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 45(@200wpm)___ 36(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 45(@200wpm)___ 36(@250wpm)___ 30(@300wpm)
“Wow,” she breathes. “I’m a lucky girl.”
“How so?” I ask, chuckling.
“I’m so fecking lucky that it was you who bought. So lucky that it was you and not someone else.”
“Do you think you would have been happy with someone else?” I ask, already dreading her answer.
“No. I don’t know if I could have married someone else.”
“Let’s not think about that. We managed to find each other, nothing else matters.”
“You’re right. I want you to take me to bed,” she says kissing me again.
“Your wish is my command,” I say lifting her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and my hands cradle her ass.
Setting her down on her feet at the foot of the bed, I strip her naked, slowly before shedding my own clothes quicker than I ever have before.
I worship her body with my hands and tongue before finally sliding into her. I fuck into her over and over until she screams my name. I feel her pussy clench around me and then I come inside of her.
I pull out of her and move to lie beside her when I hear the elevator ding.
“Are you expecting someone?” she asks.
“No. My family thinks I’m out of town.” I say, getting out of bed and pulling my pants back on.
“Family?” she asks, nervously. I told her all about my parents, brother, and sister, but hearing about them and meeting them for the first time is quite different.
“Yeah, no one else would come up here.” She gets out of bed and pulls her pants and t-shirt back on. Hand in hand, we walk out into the living room.
“Flynn?” I say, surprised to see my thirty-year-old brother making out with some girl on my fucking couch.
“Woah, Eamon. You’re home.” What the fuck? Has he been using my place as a fuck pad? I’ll kill him.
“Yes. It’s my home,” I remind him.
“Right. Right. Bro, this is Dorothy,” he says, gesturing to the girl beside him. If this were two hundred years ago, he’d be known as a rake, through and through. A loveable rake, but a rake.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Who is this?” he asks, gesturing to Fee.
“This is Fiadh. My wife.”
“Your wife?”
“Yes, I got married a few days ago,” I tell him.
“You? Mr. Straight Edge?”
“Yes,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“Mom’s going to kick your ass, you know that right?”
“I do. I think you were just leaving.”
“Right. Congrats, brother, really. Welcome to the family; I am sorry, Fiona, was it?”
“No. Fiadh, but…” she says.
“Feezy it is,” he says, giving her a wink and finger guns. What an ass.
“Okay. Feezy,” she says, giggling.
“We’re going. Call mom. I won’t say anything until you do.”
“Thank you, Flynn,” I say. He and Dorothy leave, leaving Fee and me alone again.
“Feezy?” she says as soon as the elevator door clothes.
“He’s a weirdo,” I say as if that explains everything. It kind of does. Why the hell did he bring a girl here? He has his own place on the other side of town.
“I like it.”
“It’ll never be a dull moment. Wait till you meet Tara,” I say, mentioning my sister. She’s an actress who might be insane.
“I can’t wait.” She giggles as I pull her toward me.
“Let’s go to bed,” I say.
“Let’s not,” she says, winking at me before taking off down the hallway at a playful run.
I have no choice but to follow her. I’ll follow this woman for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Fiadh
Six Months Later
I love being his wife. In just six short months, so much has happened. We spent the whole first day in bed together, not even getting up for food. The second day, we emerged from the apartment and went on foot sightseeing. We stopped at a cool restaurant where we ate on the roof overlooking the street. We also found a jewelry store where he bought me a platinum wedding ring set that came with a matching band for him. I’m also pregnant, but that’s not surprising. We are very excited to start our family. Speaking of family, I am still trying to prove myself to my mother-in-law, Annie. She was surprised and hurt that Eamon got married without telling her. Rationally, I know it’s not me exactly; any other woman in place would be dealing with the same thing, but being pregnant, my emotions are all over the place, and I’ve been avoiding her like the plague so that I don’t say something to her that I don’t mean. Neil, my father-in-law, was much easier to win over.
Aunt Rita is in remission and coming to visit as soon as she feels up to it. Turns out, being able to relax not having to worry about what the NHS covers in the aftermath of chemo makes recovery that much easier. We traveled back and forth to Dublin to be with her, but I can’t fly anymore. Eamon has been amazing. He’s spared no expense in her care, including a team of highly trained home nurses for her.